This painting sums up what bikers mean when they say, "Snooze, ya lose." The would-be club member is readily identified by the prospect patch sewn to his outfit. His guts awash with Jack Black and unable to keep his bloodshot eyes open, he drifted off to sleep, only to be discovered by his future brothers. So the guy's kindly support group demonstrates the use of such mnemonic devices as mustard and beer to help him remember to stay awake at future gatherings. Actually, the kid is getting off easy. As Dave remarked, "At least, they didn't set him on fire." And if he's found sleeping when he should have been alertly guarding the bikes...well, better call 911.